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"Take Something From Every Day"

"Take something from every day, son" that was what my father said to me as he lay dying.

I was 8 at the time, and it was one of the toughest things that I've ever had to go through. He knew he had cancer, and we all knew how long he had left, but watching him get progressively worse, and my mother struggling to look after him as best she could, as well as us was so very tough.

We were a strong family though, and we got through it.

Those words of my father's stayed with me, and every day I went into school with them in the back of my mind. I listened to the teachers more than I had in the past, and took knowledge home with me every day.

I did very well at school over the years, getting GCSE's followed by A-Levels, and I put it all down to my father's words.

After so many years in education, I grew tired of it, I needed a rest. I defered my University place, and went and got a job at PC World. I thought that I'd be able to learn from others there, and I'd always been interested in computing. I was hoping to learn how to build my own PC.

So I went in each day, and watched the more skilled members of staff build an fix PC's. This was sometimes difficult, as the majority of the staff were pretty clueless, particularly the sales staff, but I thought that I had learnt enough to be able to get by with my own PC.

I had reached a point where it seemed that I had learnt as much as I could from them when my father's words again came back to me. "Take something from every day". I'd taken all of the knowledge I could, so I contemplated changing jobs, but when left alone in the store room those words came to me agin, stronger. "Take something from every day"

So I did. Motherboards, processors, plenty of RAM, graphics and sound cards, fans. Every day I took something, saving me a great deal of money, and I even managed to sell on a couple of the PC's I built from the stolen parts. Obviously I had to but the cases, as they were a little big to steal, but still, I made quite a profit.

Maybe all of these years I had taken my father's words in the wrong way. All I ever got from schooling was grades, what did that mean? No, my father wasn't a man of paper, he was a material man. I imagine he's up there somewhere looking down on me quite pround. Probably a little bemused that it took me so long to get his meaning, but I think I got there in the end.

And that, Your Honour, is why you find me standing here before you today....

I'm glad that I got to read your response there Meka because reading it I wasn't sure wether it was a true story or not.

Well written piece of work and just goes to show how we can easily twist words to suit ourselves.

Craw wrote:
> That would stand up in court I suspect.

Yeah, that's why I wrote it. None of it really happened to me, but the way people try to justify what they do is incredible, sometimes. Words and meanings can change in our heads, as we try to prove that we were in the right.

That would stand up in court I suspect.

So you took your father's words on his death bed, and applied that to stealing PC components and then selling the completed article?

Ok.

"Take something from every day, son" that was what my father said to me as he lay dying.

I was 8 at the time, and it was one of the toughest things that I've ever had to go through. He knew he had cancer, and we all knew how long he had left, but watching him get progressively worse, and my mother struggling to look after him as best she could, as well as us was so very tough.

We were a strong family though, and we got through it.

Those words of my father's stayed with me, and every day I went into school with them in the back of my mind. I listened to the teachers more than I had in the past, and took knowledge home with me every day.

I did very well at school over the years, getting GCSE's followed by A-Levels, and I put it all down to my father's words.

After so many years in education, I grew tired of it, I needed a rest. I defered my University place, and went and got a job at PC World. I thought that I'd be able to learn from others there, and I'd always been interested in computing. I was hoping to learn how to build my own PC.

So I went in each day, and watched the more skilled members of staff build an fix PC's. This was sometimes difficult, as the majority of the staff were pretty clueless, particularly the sales staff, but I thought that I had learnt enough to be able to get by with my own PC.

I had reached a point where it seemed that I had learnt as much as I could from them when my father's words again came back to me. "Take something from every day". I'd taken all of the knowledge I could, so I contemplated changing jobs, but when left alone in the store room those words came to me agin, stronger. "Take something from every day"

So I did. Motherboards, processors, plenty of RAM, graphics and sound cards, fans. Every day I took something, saving me a great deal of money, and I even managed to sell on a couple of the PC's I built from the stolen parts. Obviously I had to but the cases, as they were a little big to steal, but still, I made quite a profit.

Maybe all of these years I had taken my father's words in the wrong way. All I ever got from schooling was grades, what did that mean? No, my father wasn't a man of paper, he was a material man. I imagine he's up there somewhere looking down on me quite pround. Probably a little bemused that it took me so long to get his meaning, but I think I got there in the end.

And that, Your Honour, is why you find me standing here before you today....